Song Lan had a nightmare last night.

Dream of a killer disguised as a cleaner knocking on his door.

As in countless thrillers, first-time guests become targets for killers because of their unintentional actions.

The killer mentions that if he hadn't been nosy, the unscrupulous actor named Grelo would have jumped off the roof of the building a long time ago.

After dealing with him, the do-gooder, he will go to Roger and Zhuang Chi.

When dawn comes, the names of all three of them will appear in the news in the 4th District.

Unfortunately, Mr. Cleaner was not able to complete his plan.

After a few months, Song Lan had to go back to her old job, taking advantage of the dark moon and high wind to take the body to a place away from the hotel, which was especially difficult in the fourth arrondissement, where cameras were everywhere and the streets were still bustling at two o'clock in the evening......

Fortunately, Mr. Dorago-Safron gave Song Lan experience and strength.

He felt that he was becoming more and more at home.

The law enforcers who found the body the next day did not find the hotel, and their investigation was revolving around Sunset Boulevard, and the three of them walked and saw the blocked street from a distance, and all the filming was forced to cancel today.

"Section Chief, why do you look preoccupied today?"

Zhuang Chi, who had observed Song Lan for a long time, asked curiously.

"The security environment in this city is far from as good as advertised on the Internet, and it is too dangerous."

Song Lan sighed.

From a mathematical point of view, he made an outstanding contribution to the policing of the city.

Because if the three of them were ordinary people who were helpless, there would probably be three more corpses in the fourth district today, and he had worked hard to reduce the death toll from three to one, which was the only place that could give him comfort.

But there are still many unsolved mysteries in his mind.

From the words of the cleaner, it is not difficult to judge that Grelo's initial desire to jump off the building is likely to be guided by the cleaner, but the question is, why does a cleaner want to trouble Grelo?

The cleaner was tight-lipped, did not explain anything, and took all these secrets to the grave.

Of course, this may also have something to do with the fact that Song Lan didn't give him the opportunity to explain.

The buyer was gone, and for the sake of the personal safety of the founder of Chloe Films, they also gave up their intention to intervene in the case, so life in the fourth arrondissement suddenly became aimless.

Zhuang Chi suggested that they take advantage of the lack of people to walk around the streets during the day, like a real tourist.

"...... about this matter"

Zhuang Chi wanted to speak and stopped, "Section chief, you heard about the broom...... Is a detective physique? It's the kind of physique that people die wherever they go. ”

The famous detective Auguste Quinn in "Mystery Hunting" is the owner of the detective physique, and people joke that even if he goes downstairs for a cup of coffee, he can run into a serial murder case with twists and turns.

"What kind of physique do you say? I've never heard of such a thing. ”

Song Lan's eyes looked away, "In such a big city, it's really normal for one or two people to die every day. ”

Roger also stood up and said a fair word, "Zhuang Chi, even if you really have this kind of physique, it must be Ling, think about it carefully, all this started after you contacted Milena." ”

Facing the siege of the two, Zhuang Chi was speechless for a while.

She admits that her financial luck is a little bad, but the murder case is completely different from this, right?

The three of them walked aimlessly around Sunset Boulevard and returned to the door of the hotel.

In fact, they don't know where to go, especially after two murders in quick succession.

As soon as he entered the door, a familiar face who was drunk and drunk greeted him.

Directed by Powell.

A bald middle-aged greasy man is the kind of appearance and temperament that will be remembered as long as he sees each other.

This "big director" is obviously drunk and walks diagonally, which is why he almost collided with the three of them.

Even if he was drunk, Powell still didn't forget his original intention, Roger and Zhuang Chi made his eyes light up, and said vaguely, "You, you have great potential, I happen to have a good script in my hand, and the characters in it are simply tailor-made for you, believe me, this will definitely be able to be popular, my name is Powell, and everyone in this area knows ......"

His reach for the inside pocket of his coat suddenly stopped.

He stared at the three of them in a daze, and then he suddenly took two or three steps back as if he had discovered something terrible, and sat down on the ground, shouting, "Don't, don't come here, I don't know you, I don't know anything!" I didn't do it! ”

Powell's splashing and rolling motion attracted the attention of those around him.

Everyone in the area did know him, and when they found out that the man who was sitting on the ground was Powell, they looked away with interest.

Powell was an alcoholic, and whenever his work was rejected, he would go drunk.

Then when he woke up, he continued to dream of directing his overnight fame.

But this scene aroused the suspicion of the careful Zhuang Chi.

Even if he is drunk and crazy, he often pours out the unhappy things in his heart, but they don't know each other at all, and he hasn't even said a word before that, why does he look like he's seen a ghost?

"What didn't you do?"

"I didn't do it, I don't know anything!"

"Speak quickly!"

Seeing Powell splashing and rolling on the ground, Zhuang Chi had an idea and deliberately showed a vicious expression, "Otherwise, I will be unkind to you." ”

"I—I told him about you, I didn't mean to!"

Zhuang Chi wanted to ask, but saw Powell get up from the ground with a strange scream, and ran towards his residence on the first floor, and the wine bottles that he had not finished drinking were all dropped on the ground, and the wine inside spilled all over the ground.

There were also enthusiastic people around who persuaded the three of them not to deal with Powell, saying that he looked crazy every time he got drunk, and they also said that this drunkard was a complete liar, and that the scripts he said could not be put on the screen at all, but there were always newcomers who were just coming to suffer from him.

Zhuang Chi did not chase Powell's apartment, she took the incident to heart, and after going upstairs, she returned to her room.

Song Lan had a hint of foreboding in her heart.

A quarter of an hour later, his hunch turned into reality.

Zhuang Chi sent the situation she had just investigated to the small group, she hacked into Powell's computer, and used the AI voice changer to pretend to be a ghost to scare him, and this coward really explained everything.

Last night, he was the last person to see the cleaner.

The cleaner asked him about Song Lan and the three of them, and he also told each other about their rooms.

Then the cleaner died, and his body was dumped in the garbage heap of the alley.

It's no wonder that Powell was so scared of them just now, he thought the cleaner had been killed by them.

"It was a misunderstanding."

Zhuang Chi quickly collected his own judgment, and although the cleaner's death had nothing to do with them, Powell provided them with a crucial message:

"Section Chief, it's likely that this hotel is the first scene of the crime!"

This sonorous and powerful speech like a detective deeply stung Song Lan's eyes.

Comrade Zhuang Chi,

Being curious about everything will only hurt you.

He really wanted the other party to understand this simple and simple truth.

The small theater of its 180:

Tuesday, noon, day, year, month, day.

Spoiling is Lu Xiang's killer weapon at the bottom of the box.

Whenever she used this trick, Song Lan would obediently comply.

Although this dumb bird always emphasizes that the strong will not fail twice in the same move, in Lu Xiang's view, this is all from the loser's senseless hard mouth.

Like now, in less than five minutes, a steaming egg tart was delivered to his office.

It was faster than she could have imagined.

"I remember you didn't bring any snacks to the department today."

In other words, in less than five minutes, Song Lan finished going home to make egg tarts and rushed to the office again!

Five minutes is a long time.

She took a bite of the tart, and the sweet sensation followed her taste buds all the way to her heart.

"Time can sometimes deceive the senses."

While brewing the sweetness of the egg tart, she said what Song Lan had said.

In the process of activating the ability, the flow of time will also be rewritten, and perhaps the people of the coalition government would never dream that someone would use this level of ability to make egg tarts.

However, the next moment, the smile on Lu Xiang's face disappeared without a trace.

As she remembered what had happened on the day of the scientific test, as an expert who had carefully studied "How to Kill a Psyker", she suddenly understood everything.

"Baby~"

Her voice was still so sweet that Song Lan's scalp tingled, "When you applied for a five-minute break before, you really only rested for five minutes, right?" ”

(End of chapter)